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“Asleep in Jesus:” that’s what the note said about our friend. To me this phrase is a sickly saccharine euphemism suggesting that the speaker cannot use the word died, perhaps cannot come to terms with his or her own mortality. I will die. You will die. Late or soon. Dead. Doornail. Avoiding the words does not hold death at bay. I do not know what the process will be when I meet it, even though I know some of the physical markers. More often for me to be “asleep in Jesus” means snoozing in the pew.

:- Doug.

The credo: Children call God’s heart to conceive. So do pure people. Life is of God, holy, sacred. The key thing about this is the exercise of turning ourselves around so as not to put an image on God, not to anthropomorphize. Not so much “God is” nor even “Is God,” rather, “This is how we know the presencings and workings of God.” We want to say more accurately how we meet the holy and the sacred. God is in our face and behind and beneath us: pushing us on, cheering us on, holding us up, providing ground beneath our feet.

:- Doug.

Say not all. Hint. Invite.

:- Doug.

Turn you around, look at your world in another direction, once. When the people chant “I believe” explore what you might see from the seat facing. “I believe that Heaven and Earth is God creating.”

:- Doug.

G*d is what, in our lives, is whole.

:- Doug.

If you have to have a goal, hold it lightly. It might break. Or it might take you away from your life.

:- Doug.